“I put my purse down in a shop and someone stole it. I’ve got nothing. It’s all gone!” and though she was not on the verge of tears she looked...hopeless.The girl said, “You did what? No one puts their purse down in a shop or anywhere.”“The lady means she put her handbag down,” Aidan explained with exaggerated patience, “In the States they call handbags purses and purses are called pocket books.”The girl now looked very confused, said nothing but shook her head as if in despair at such. Perhaps superior not in the ability to carry huge sacks of grain, but in the ability to withstand continuous pain for hours, if not days, on end until life is brought forth. Or bravely die in the attempt.Women summarized their position by claiming, “We are more calculating, better able to see all sides of a conflict or situation. We remain cool, never falling into the red rages that men so often experience. When a tribesman impinged a man’s honor or slights them, they lose the power of reason.. I'll see you at 12:30 at the club, then," I heard her say before she hungup the phone.I set her coffee down on the night table and handed her the newspaper. Iwasn't sure what to do next. She looked at the front page; it was like Idid not exist. Finally after several minutes, which felt like hours, shelooked at me and said, "Well, what are you standing there for? Don't youhave laundry to do?' Her cold manner and those angry eyes had returned. Iwanted to find someplace to hide. I turned and. A couple hundred pounds easy. Maybe three hundred pounds. I’ve never seen one here. Good girl. You are doing great.’ I prayed for her to get him in. She worked the fish like a champ for another twenty minutes. Damn she had guts, her shirt was soaked and I helped her get it off. I wiped sweat from her brow and kissed her cheek as I did it. She worked the fish in to the boat and I took pictures as Frank reached out and grabbed the leader. It was a huge fish. I asked, ‘Do you want to kill him or.